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Attic hatch

He stood up and cautiously moved toward the center of the bedroom, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above. His attic hatch was just a few feet away in the hall, a small square in the plaster that led to the dark space above. His heart pounded harder with each step. He paused in the doorway, listening. The silence returned—but it wasn’t comforting. The house now felt like it was holding its breath, waiting.
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